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12. ibidem
[Video, public]
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[Infirmary spam, open to visitors, backdated to 2-4 days post-Shakespeare flood.]
[She wakes up after jumping, her skin tight and and her eyes sore and her lungs aching in her chest. She groans, rolls over, tries to sleep. Maybe she can sleep for the entire toll. She's been trying so hard to be, to live and connect. Maybe she can just not be for awhile.]
(OOC NOTE: TW for suicide if people ask her why she is tolling. Ophelia's narrative was rough on her.)
[Private to Roderick, backdated also]
...can you do me a favor?
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[Infirmary spam, open to visitors, backdated to 2-4 days post-Shakespeare flood.]
[She wakes up after jumping, her skin tight and and her eyes sore and her lungs aching in her chest. She groans, rolls over, tries to sleep. Maybe she can sleep for the entire toll. She's been trying so hard to be, to live and connect. Maybe she can just not be for awhile.]
(OOC NOTE: TW for suicide if people ask her why she is tolling. Ophelia's narrative was rough on her.)
[Private to Roderick, backdated also]
...can you do me a favor?
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[But really he means yes. Yes under any circumstances. In the right mood, for the right person, he can be incredibly giving.]
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Can you get mine from my room and bring it to the infirmary? It's not locked. The bear is under the couch.
[Hers looks like Arya. Anyone else would ask why, which is why it's hidden. They weren't close - never spoke, as far as anyone else knows. Every time they were face to face, one of them died. Roderick is the only person she'd consider telling.]
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[Part of him is curious to get to a look at Mira's room. Part of him's worried. Part of him isn't even emotionally involved in the proceedings, not yet. This is just something to do with his time, with his hands, a way to keep himself from slipping away and doing something stupid.]
[So he fetches her bear, noting the little idiosyncracies of it but unable to place what they remind him of, and makes his way to the infirmary, where he finds Mira much the worse for wear, but sitting up, at least. He assumes that's a good sign, sets the bear on her bedside table.]
This what you were looking for?
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[A relieved little sigh. She takes the slightly squashed bear and fluffs it a bit, finger-combs the short brown hair-fur. There's a patch of russet in the gold where the heart should be, not garish enough to be obviously gore, but her fingertips linger there.]
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Who is it? If you don't mind my asking.
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Arya.
The little girl who was here, with the wolf and the little rapier, do you remember? She graduated at the end of summer.
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[But obviously they were; even if not close in the traditional sense, something drew them together.]
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[Whispered confession - cathartic, private, cautious, but not ashamed. She trembles with it because it is so much to share, intimate and secret until now, still intimate and secret. But she wants to be seen, and Arya is gone, and he...he'll understand. That gift - he has to understand.]
She killed me in the carnival.
[And no one else ever knew. Until now.]
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[He nods, understanding.]
And she returned the favor.
Do you miss her?
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[The gift for both of them - to be alive, and real, and seen, the moments preceding made precious, like any gem, by their scarcity as well as their lustre.]
I love her.
[Yes; yes.]
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That's so beautiful. That's such a beautiful thing. I'm so sorry she's gone, Mira, if you have to miss someone that important to you.
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Yes. It was. She was such a rough fierce little thing.
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[In the same way; this rough, fierce way that Mira loves people, indefatigably.]
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[Mira finds that wonderful as well. Honest and raw. It's easier not to be hurt by it with Arya gone; the rejection filtered away into logistical separation.]
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Sometimes it's better that way, though. Anger draws people together.
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I'm glad she's free.
[And Mira is, selflessly and sincerely.]
She's raising a lot of havoc somewhere, I think. But I do miss her.
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[He glances down and away, the briefest tell.]
Where'd she go back to? You think you could ever follow her?
[The concept of willful separation so foreign to him.]
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[A little wistful, for a myriad of reasons.]
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[If he ever gets out of here. Which he's honestly beginning to doubt.]
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For love, not for revenge? [For beauty instead of death? He knows the two are separate subjects; truly knows, the way Joe will never be able to separate his myth from his might, his story from his purpose. He doesn't love any of his family like lovers. He loves them like extensions of his soul.]
[It would be magnificent to get Joe back and skin him alive. But if that's not an option . . .]
There was a woman I used to hunt with. Name of Louise. She died before her time. I'd like to find wherever she's got to.
Actually, I'd like to know why she isn't here. If ever there was a woman in need of socially typical redemption, well.
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[Which is her mild way of saying you picked, I didn't, even though the conversation had been leaning in that direction.]
Why did she need it?
[Mira doesn't know if she needed it. But she's glad she's here. She wonders what would make him say it about someone.]
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[Another grin, huge this time.]
Mostly I just want the company.